Those were some good times. My first deer was a little 3 point back in 1983. I had an old Stevens pump 12 ga. Probably the best part though is the club members had an old school bus made into a bunk house that was kept at a local farm. I would stay there with my dad all through Christmas break. Meals cooked on an old wood burning stove were just better than the ones at home and the fellowship was priceless.
The true mark of a man is not how he conducts himself during times of prosperity, but how he conducts himself during times of adversity.
